perfect þarký sözü

it´s a chilly english winter,
and solitude is never easy to maintain,
except when it rains.
so i hang an empty smile beneath my empty eyes,
and go out for a walk.
the wet morning sun reflects off the paving-stones,
while a little dog barks its head off,
in the distance.
chorus (x2)
oh, what a perfect day,
to think about my silly world.
my feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
what is there to fear from such a regular world?
passing by a cemetery,
i think of all the little hopes and dreams,
that lie lifeless and unfilled beneath the soil.
i see an old man fingering his perishing flesh.
he tells himself he was a good man and did good things.
amused and confused by life´s little ironies,
he swallows his bottle of distilled damnation.

people turn around with unseeing eyes.
they´re looking for something that doesn´t exist.
the world you once knew is being eaten up by rust.
no-one has time for the past, but still, in god they trust.
the future is now, but it´s all going wrong.
bodies good for nothing, but it´s to nothing they belong.
people say prayers and some work hard.
if you give them all your money, they´ll give you their hearts.
this town ain´t going like a ghost town.
it´s going like hell....
chorus (x5)